1310 hrs July 19th 2004

This morning, she kissed me
 
whilst I was still fast asleep.
 
All dolled up,
 
in her SQ kerbaya,
 
she bent over
 
in the wee hours of the morning
 
before her flight
 
and planted a soft kiss
 
on my lips
 
whispering
 
Bye baby.
 
In my drowsy slumber,
 
it was like
 
a fantasy
 
come true.
 
The hazy line
 
between reality
 
and illusionary.
 
And then,
 
that soft tender moment
 
is gone.
 
Vapourised
 
like a romantic
 
imagery.
 
I remained blissfully
 
happy,
 
for a while,
 
until the delirium
 
was shattered,
 
as I woke
 
to the maddening
 
rush
 
of the stock markets
 
again.